M: I feel sick, I feel like I ate something wrong.
Mr. C: Uh oh. That’s not good.
M: Yeah, and my head hurts, and I feel like I got a gal pregnant.
Mr. C: Whoa, it just got real. You have a lot more problems than I thought.
K: Man these buses be takin’ too long. I wanna go home.
Mr. C: Well they can’t let all of you guys out at once, so they call which buses come first.
K: They just need one big ass bus to take all the kids home.
Mr. C: Well that would take forever, instead of having separate buses go in different directions, they just have to do one giant loop, you wouldn’t get home until about 7 o’clock.
K: You need to get up about god damnit 4:30 in the mornin’ and pick our asses up.
Mr. C: I’m talking about when school gets out. They might as well put a teacher on the bus to teach you something because you would be on the bus so long.
K: You could be on the bus.
Mr. C: I don’t know about that.
K: Yeah if you rode the bus, I would say “hey get off at this stop,” and you get off, I straight egg you.
Mr. C: You carry eggs on you at all times?
K: Yeah, I be havin’ eggs all the time.
K: I egg you like I egged this gal’s car the other day.
Mr. C: You can get arrested for that, you need to be careful.
K: Cuff me bra. (puts hands out).
Mr. C: (stare.)
K: Nah I’m just playin’.
Mr. C: I know.
K: I only egged her because she got smart with me.
Mr. C: Well egging a car is bad for the paint. It could be property damage.
K: It’s bad for the car?
Mr. C: Yeah. If the egg dries on the paint, it could chip when you try to clean it off.
K: Ah shit, well she prolly gonna have messed up paint. I did it at night.
A conversation overheard between two Seniors in the cafeteria during lunch:
(Student gets up from table and walks towards the door.)
S: Where you goin’?
J: I’m leavin’.
S: But we spose ta eat lunch together.
J: Fuck yo lunch. You ain’t my gal. (walks off)
Harsh. These boys can be brutal.